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The feecy clouds lay gently still
O’er the verdant tall mighty hill;
Recalled sheep in flocks
That graze on slopes of wooded rocks.
There rose a cloudy vapour
From the depths where the vales tape’d
A smoke as thin as gossamer’s wing frail,
As though Nature had her proud veil.
Yonder hung a cloud leaden grey
Above a lonely peak far away,
Like the volcanoes of Sicily
Yawning its dying smoke wearily.
Afar away among the woods distant
Feigning tiny bushe, silent
Wriggled the winding rivulet sparkling
Like a lazy serpent crawling.
In eternal vigil on the western horizon
Afloat like icebergs in a cloudy ocean
Stood the silvery peaks of Nanda Devi
‘splendent in her snowy glory.
And where the green and grassy surface
Is carved into many a terrace,
On the back of the sloping hill
Slept a hamlet in quiet still
Of Nature’s whispering calm
